27 August 2010

Cravings

Sometimes it's a preference. I usually have a dangerously fine tuned sweet tooth, but every now and then I don't want sweet, I want salty. Or a big giant savoury salad. It's all good.

Once upon a time, I would get a low-grade craving for something, I would ignore it, it would pass. I am master of my body! Wahoo!!!

But the older I get, the stronger the cravings get. Especially those once a month cravings. Ladies. You totally know what I'm talking about.

And sometimes the cravings get all mixed up and bizarre. I want salty AND sweet. I want to dip my fries in my frosty, kwim? The hormones, they make demands.

Resistance is futile*.

(Ok, not furtile, but frustrating. There is no satisfaction gained from denying the craving. Sometimes it feels good to give in.)

So when I went to PEI and one of the first things I saw were these, I squealed in delight (my mom can testify, she was with me).

A woman TOTALLY came up with this. You just know it.

Props to her.

And I must confess: I bought a package, just to try. They were kind of meh. Whatever. Nothing to write home about.

But two days later, I NEEDED these. They were all I could think about. I HAD to go buy some and then I devoured them and enjoyed every single second. And don't ask me to share. They totally hit the spot in a way that nothing else could have. MMMMMM.

So when I left the island I bought one last package. And it was as good as the second one.

And now, approximately 28 days later, I woke up thinking about them. In fact, it's all I can think about.

January 2015

The Story

The title of this blog comes from my best friend's mom; who critiqued my high school English journal as "full of superfluous fluff". This is where I embrace all that fluff and share it with you in its pure, unedited, rambling glory.